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“Don’t worry,” he added, as her hand flew to her neck. “It looks better pulled up. Makes the haircut look less obvious.”
“Here I thought I was being clever.”
“You didn’t do that bad a job.”
“I could not have done a very good one either if I didn’t fool you.”
“Only because I’ve seen more than most people.”
Like what? What made him different than everyone else?
Because he was different, in so many ways.
Once more, his hands found their way to her shoulders. Despondent as she was, warmth still managed to travel down her arms. Like metal to a magnet, she felt herself leaning against him.
“Look,” he said, “I don’t know what your story is, but if you’re in some kind of trouble...”
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